It seems as though the bhaalspawn either hadn't expected the human to opt for this so soon or, more likely, at all. His expression draws tighter for a moment and then with a thoughtful hum, agreement in the form of a nod first.

"Yes. It would be a start."

He lifts a hand, clicking his fingers, and soon enough there's a guard at his side with a massive key that fits the chunky padlock looped through the thick chain keeping the cage door firmly closed. It rattles unpleasantly against the metal bars as she sets to work unlocking it.

Taking the moment to stare at Gortash, eventually the Dark Urge leans closer to the bars again and smiles.

"If you try to run again, I will take your eyes before I take hers," he says, motioning at the guard struggling with the heavy duty lock. And then he's rocking up onto his feet again surprisingly gracefully and turns to walk away, pulling off the outer clothing he had walked in wearing until he's standing in a dark shirt and equally dark trousers.

"Bring the restraints," he calls out, a second guard eventually appearing with the same type of restraints they had attempted to contain Gortash with last time.